Hearing has always been my more sensitive part, and it can be said that my other senses are more sensitive, because the five senses of people are connected.

Someone once told me that people with sensitive five senses will have a sixth sense, which is a kind of extrasensory intuition, in fact, the definition of the sixth sense is very vague, there is no factual evidence, I think it is a sense of crisis that people instinctively generate.

The comfortable and leisurely days have long since made me lose my sense of crisis.

I ended the video with Diane, and I felt a warmth in my heart, I had to be there for each other every night when I wasn't around, and it seemed that neither she nor I wanted to disappear from each other's lives, even if it was for a day.

Put away the computer, in the quiet room, I suddenly heard a strange sound, the sound was like intermittent friction, it seemed to come from outside the door, I instinctively became vigilant, the muscles of the whole body suddenly tensed, even if there was no sense of crisis in a comfortable life, but the memory of the muscles was still sensitive.

I walked out of the bedroom, looking for the source of the sound, and when the grinding stopped, I heard a charming breathing, the sound was rapid and a little miserable, with a burst of seductiveness, and the mind was disturbed.

Someone?

Outside the door?

I turned my head, the sound actually came from outside the door of the house, the time was close to twelve o'clock, who came to me at this time, why didn't you ring the doorbell.

I couldn't see out through the mirror, and the lights in the hallway weren't on.

"Open the door~ Yes... It's me. ”

A charming, feeble cry startled me.

Outside the door was a woman, who seemed to be drunk when she heard the voice.

Drunk and knocked on the wrong door?

I didn't open the door, I wanted to wait for her to leave before going to sleep, the woman outside the door didn't seem to want to give up, she began to knock the door, louder and louder every time, I was disturbed and had no choice but to open the door and persuade.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of wine came to my nose, but this smell was the smell of red wine, which made my heart soften, not repulsive.

Before I could react, I felt my body sinking, and the woman's soft body fell into my arms, accompanied by bursts of alcohol, which made the dim living room a bit of a blurry atmosphere.

I couldn't see her face clearly, I couldn't even see her clothes clearly, the surging upper circumference pressed against my arms, extremely soft, I put my hands on her slender waist, and felt the outline of her body, which was concave and convex.

Through the touch on my hands and chest, I can tell that the woman's figure is very hot, a seductive hotness, coupled with the seductive aroma of wine on her body, the moment it touches it, it stirred up a fire in my heart, and Xiao Xiaonuan immediately raised her head.

it!

In the middle of the night, let no one stop.

Why did a woman knock on the door for some reason, and she was still drunk.

"Beauty, you seem to have gone to the wrong door, this is my home."

I tried to lift the woman in my arms with all my might, but her whole body was as soft as a beach of water, and she couldn't support it.

It's not light.

"You... Who are you, stinky man, don't hold me. ”

She spoke indistinctly, struggling a few times weakly, more like a stroke.

Is it good to be reasonable.

It's not me hugging you, it's obvious that you fell in my arms, let go now, you can't bleed on your head?

I was a little helpless about her drunkenness, and when I was drunk like this, I dared to run around in the middle of the night, and I ran into the hooligan's house.

"You see, I don't know you."

I gently lifted her head, trying to wake her up for the last shred of consciousness.

There were no lights in the room, and by the moonlight, I could only see half of her face vaguely, as her long hair obscured the other side of her face.

She raised her head and opened her misty eyes, I deliberately faced the moonlight so that she could see my face clearly, she saw me, but suddenly her eyes widened, grabbed me by the collar, and shouted sadly: "Shaoyu, is it you?" Shaoyu, you're finally back! ”

"Who? You've misidentified the wrong person. ”

"You're finally back! Woo~"

She threw me to the ground with all her might, lying on my chest, but her whole body was weak and she couldn't cry.

I was so frightened by her sudden move that my body slammed on the floor, and before I could feel the pain, I was crushed by her soft body.

Is this woman drunk and thinks I'm her boyfriend?

When people are drunk, there will always be the person who thinks about it day and night in front of you, because alcohol completely ignites the pain of lovesickness, you just want to vent happily, no matter who the person in front of you is.

I think this woman, I'm afraid that because she misses the person in her heart too much, she went to get drunk, broke into my house by mistake, and took me for him.

She lay in my arms and wept, grief and lovesickness turned into tears, soaking through the hem of my clothes.

"Bastard! Where the hell have you been after all these years. ”

"I miss you so much."

"Don't leave this time, okay?"

She cried and said, as if she was talking about years of missing.

She fought as she spoke, as if she had been waiting for many years.

She was a poor person, and the pitiful cry made me feel sad, and the feeble thrashing made me feel pity.

In that case, I'm not going to be a hooligan tonight.

"Don't cry, I'm not back."

I patted her on the back and whispered comfort.

"Woo~ Hold me tight."

She cried weakly and spoke in a very small voice, and I hugged her softly, but there was no distraction.

"I miss you so much, I won't let you go."

She spoke pitifully, her voice trembled, and as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly got up and began to take off her clothes, but she was so drunk that she couldn't even take off her clothes.

it!

What's going on!

I hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but she was so angry that she eagerly tore her blouse, and began to pick off my clothes without moving.

I wiped it, beauty, stop it, I can't sit still, you're forcing me to commit a crime!

I hugged her hard and whispered in her ear: "I'm not leaving, I will never leave, don't move when you're drunk, be obedient." ”

She was held in my arms and struggled weakly, so she poked her head to my face, the burst of wine in her mouth blew in front of me, the intoxicating taste made me flustered, I turned my face sideways and didn't dare to breathe, but she naughtily stretched out her tongue and licked the side of my face, and my face felt a few cold tears.

She missed that person, went deep into the bone marrow, and "met" again, tears were like a long river of lovesickness, and she couldn't stop bursting the embankment.

In fact, the most pitiful people in the world are none other than women who are deeply in love with the bones, once they fall in love with a man, they will be in the bones for a lifetime, and they can no longer pretend to be others in their hearts.

There are thousands of women in the world, and only those who are deeply willing to be white-headed.

I stroked her long wavy hair to soothe her agitation, and she lay in my arms drunk and kept repeating, "You're finally back... ”

With drunken words in her mouth, she finally fell into a deep sleep, and I picked her up and walked into the bedroom, and put her on the bed, and in the moonlight, her face was full of tears like inexhaustible sadness.

I'm going to be a good guy tonight.

If I can help an infatuated poor person vent his pain once, I can also count myself as accumulating virtue and doing good.

I helped her put the quilt on, turned around and went out, and slept on the couch.

The pain of the body is only the torture of life, and the pain of the soul is the most terrible torture.

I don't know what it means for a woman to burst into her home, but she's drunk, and I'm afraid she'll never know how sad she is tonight.

The next day I woke up early, washed up and got ready for work, and opened the bedroom door, only to see that she was still asleep.

Her long, burgundy wavy hair was strange and charming, and it was a pity that she was facing me on her side, and I still didn't see her face clearly, only that there was a tear mole under the corner of her eye.

Some people say that people with tear moles have a bumpy road to love, and they have been trapped by love all their lives.

I felt sympathy for the tear mole.

I quietly closed the bedroom door and made a breakfast for her, which was a last pity. Actually, I don't want to see her appearance clearly, a sudden intrusion leaves a strange night, so it's good, remembering her appearance, only makes me think of her occasionally, and feel sympathy.

Sympathy is also a sad emotion, and I just want to live with a hippie smile.

"Beauty, I am the owner of this house, you broke into my house last night when you were drunk, but don't worry, I slept in the living room with breakfast on the dining table. This strange encounter should be forgotten as a strange memory. ”

I left a note in the living room and left.